Jace by Addy Archer

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JACE, Trigger Pull MC Book 1, by Addy Archer is releasing February 24th!

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JaceCoverJACE, Book 1 (Prequel): One day. One moment. That’s all it takes for your life to shake on its foundations.

When Daniele catches her boyfriend cheating, it jumpstarts a turmoil of events. A straight forward biker ups her standards when he steps in and gives her what she needs to move on.

Jace didn’t expect a woman to slip underneath his skin until he meets a feisty doctor. Determined to hit the pause button on life, he makes sure to leave an unforgettable impression before they’re forced to part ways.

The moment you pull the trigger, there’s no stopping the bullet; all you can do is brace for impact. Collide with the world of Trigger Pull MC, where an encounter with a rugged biker will inevitably change your life.

JACE is a standalone short story, the prequel of the Trigger Pull MC series with a bonus HEA epilogue.

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Meet The Author:

Addy Archer is a contemporary and romantic suspense writer who loves rough bikers twisted with a hint of romance and sassy women. She currently has one complete series: Rebel Rage MC. When she isn’t working hard on her next book, she enjoys long walks with her dog, traveling, and reading.

Visit her at: http://addyarcher.com



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The Lady is Trouble

League of Lords, Book 1
Historical Romance
Date Published: February 18, 2020

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In the first in Tracy Sumner’s sizzling League of Lords historical series, mysticism in Victorian England is the setting for a captivating love affair . . .

He’s a viscount with a dark past who yearns for the one woman he can’t have. She’s rebellious, spurned by society and determined to change his mind.

What’s a defiant woman to do when the man she’s meant for doesn’t believe in love?

After three years of waiting for Julian Alexander to realize they are destined to be together, Lady Piper Scott takes matters into her own hands. Because her gift as a healer has never done anything but distance her from the most principled man in England. A meaningless diversion as a medium, all done to gain a certain wandering viscount’s attention, backfires. As most endeavors have for a woman known in the ton as Scandalous Scott.

What’s a reluctant viscount to do when the woman he can’t have becomes the woman he can’t live without?

Julian Alexander, Lord Beauchamp, battled his way from the lowliest slum to assume his title. He carries not only a turbulent past, but a mystical psychic gift that separates him from society. Honorable to his core, he is committed to protecting a community of outcasts with abilities like his own. He has no time, no place, for love. Or repeatedly rescuing the most outrageous, beguiling woman he’s ever known. Even if she needs his protection most—and he desires her above all others.

Seduction, intrigue and desire lead to an explosive passion…

Julian vowed to shield Piper from the deadly foes seeking to possess her powerful gift. Although he needs her help in controlling his own, the mix could be deadly. Soon what was once a simple agreement to work together becomes enchantingly complex as they surrender to a timeless love…

Praise for Tracy Sumner’s novels:

“Delicious and amusing…witty dialogue, sparkling humor and a snappy narrative. A must read!” —The Best Reviews

“Terrific dialogue…and hot loves scenes. If you haven’t read Tracy Sumner before, Tides of Passion is a good place to start.” —All About Romance

“A powerful relationship novel that explores the heartache and triumph of love.” —Romantic Times

“The battle of the sexes heats up the pages of this fun and fresh romance by talented new writer Tracy Sumner.” —New York Times bestselling author Susan Wiggs


 There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music. John Keats

Chapter One

London, 1865

Allowing the lady to lure him into her carriage had been a brilliant idea.

Julian Alexander stared at a spider crack in the ceiling of his Mayfair town home and wondered when he might start to believe it. He could presume encountering a former lover outside Hatchards on an otherwise lonely evening was a fortuitous event if there weren’t the niggling—familiar—pinch of regret the moment his cock settled.

A faint sense of having erred, gone off the path and into a twilight woodland where one could be easily lost.

As lost as he’d felt stepping into her dimly lit carriage.

Julian watched Marianne wrap herself in his silk dressing gown, her chatter lulling him into a state of satiated distraction. Only the first and third word of each sentence filtering through, he found the conversation definitively complete. Earl, garden, tryst, scandal. Titles and the men who held them occupied her undivided interest. Each day spent investigating a riddle that had no solution.

Was not, in fact, worth the attention she devoted to it.

In all fairness, Julian could not judge.

His mystical gift separated him from a normal existence and made the world he’d been born into at times unrecognizable. Out of a sense of duty, he played the part of the gentleman for

the solitary purpose of propping up the viscountcy, adhering to society’s rules while struggling to preserve his secrets and the secrets of those he protected. Of course, he tendered his title when it benefited himself or the League. But a barony would have profited as well and knocked him down a notch, perhaps enough to slip beneath the waves and be carried from view.

He closed his eyes and let the waves crash over him.

Then Marianne mucked it up by kicking the door to the past wide open.

He rose to his elbow, knocking the counterpane aside. Dragging his hand through his hair, he asked, “Repeat that, will you?” Alarm vibrated through his belly, like swimming in the sea and realizing a massive wave crested behind you. No, it couldn’t be. “Come again?”

Marianne’s gaze settled where the sheet hung low on his hips. “So, you were listening.” She reached to touch, a stroke on air. Licked her lips in the event he didn’t register her appreciation. “Jules, with you, I never know.”

He slid high in the bed, suppressing his annoyance. Jules. He’d asked her to refrain from calling him that. Too. Many. Memories. “Marianne, the clairvoyant?”

Her smile grew luminous, her delight underscoring the scant attention he offered. Without trying to be a disdainful cad, it seemed he was precisely that. “Oh, darling, it was the most farcical evening! Ashcroft arranged for a fortune teller to entertain, and you know him. For a duke, he pushes the boundaries of propriety while always staying within the limit.” She leaned in, clutching the lapels of his dressing gown to her bosom. “I heard there was absinthe served to the men. Why, the festivities were enough to make a stuffed bird laugh!”

Julian hummed low in his throat and rose from the bed. He didn’t know but could imagine. Hell’s teeth, he thought and reached for his clothes, which lay in a tidy pile next to the chiffonier. Taken off without haste, neatly folded.

He frowned. How little had he wanted this encounter?

“I didn’t glean any outrageous tidbit about my future. Though I tried.” She lifted a delicate shoulder beneath silk. “More the delight just being there.”

He buttoned his shirt, slipped his braces over his shoulders. “You mentioned the woman had an unusual accent.”

Marianne crossed the room, slippers striking the floor in an eager rhythm. “It was dark, too dark to see anything. Very mysterious. Madame wore a veil, and there was candlelight. The ideal setting. Although Ashcroft seemed oddly anxious the entire evening, adding nothing to our merriment.” At Julian’s impatient look, she rushed on, “Madame’s accent came out on one word. She sounded almost…” She twirled her hand in a languid circle, finger pointed toward the plaster ceiling rose. “Ad-ver-tise-ment. That’s what she called the sheet she handed me. She sounded, can you imagine, American? Would that not be a vulgar surprise?” She laughed it away, swept beneath the Aubusson at her feet. “Although I’m sure I misheard. Doubtless, an upstart trying to hide cockney.”

Julian’s fingers twitched, missing a button on his waistcoat. He moved too forcefully across the room as she took a stumbling step back. “Where is it?” He drew a breath laced with the scent of Marianne’s perfume and the acrid aroma rolling in the open window. Soot, sewage. That damned river. Christ, he hated London. “The advertisement.” He extended his hand, controlling the tremor that wanted to travel from his fingers to his heart.

Could. Not. Be. Piper was tucked away in Gloucestershire. Under armed guard. Protected. Safe. Their enemies had been searching for her since she’d arrived from New York all those years ago. But they wouldn’t look in Gloucestershire. She knew this. He’d cautioned her more times than he could count. Had been advising her for years, it seemed.

Marianne regarded him through eyes the color of fresh cow dung. “Why, darling, I fear I’ve not seen you react…to anything. Appetites fed but the heart untouched.” She waved away her discomfiture and a statement she likely wished she’d kept to herself. Turning in a crimson whirl, she moved to rifle through the reticule sitting atop the chaise lounge, one just the shade of emerald eyes Julian had tried with little success to forget. “Lucky for you, I saved it. As proof, I experienced such an evening. Who would believe otherwise?”

Julian flexed his fingers, preparing for the transmission. His gift didn’t marry well with a lack of sleep. Touching an object and being pulled into the otherworld of someone who had touched it previously was brutal enough. Stepping into that world when exhausted was reckless and allowed the experience to control him.

Maybe it wasn’t Piper, and this endeavor would be nothing more than supernatural experimentation. He’d sent Finn to visit her last month. Or had it been May? A headache moved to the base of his skull. Lifting his hand to his brow, he pressed hard.

Blast it, had they not visited since the spring?

Marianne thrust the advertisement at him, and he hesitated. Taking time to notice she’d only secured an ear bob, and it dangled there without a partner, bouncing as she did. Her lips canted, though he’d bet a half-sovereign the smile would disappear if she fathomed the source of his reluctance. If she had any idea who he truly was and how his gift of sight forever separated them, she would run screaming into the misty night. “If you’re interested, Julian, and I’m shocked you are, Madame DuPre is doing a reading tonight. The address is listed.”

His breath seized. Madame DuPre. The name conjured forgotten summers of youth. Running through fields of grass so tall the blades hit his thigh; swimming in shallow lakes on moonlit nights; climbing trees until he was breathless surveying all that fell below. Laughter and

foolishness—even love by some arcane definition—on a scale he and Piper could no longer afford.

Julian huffed a sigh and grabbed the sheet before he could think better of it. Or stop himself, which he would not, because it appeared Piper had jumped off another goddamn ledge.

And he was her rescuer. Her caretaker.

Her warden.

I’m going to throttle her, was all he managed as he crushed the foolscap in his hand and stepped into the otherworld.

Shadow and candlelight bathed the room. The curious combination of burnt ashes, spice, and lilac. Piper was settled over a desk, her gown as golden as the Kingcup scattered along Harbingdon’s riverbank each spring. Moonlight carved a path along the floor and Julian followed the dazzling footpath of silvery blue. The walls surrounding her were covered in tattered wallpaper, peeling at the ceiling and seams. The furniture was scuffed, the rug threadbare. The dwelling was nothing like Finn’s description of the modest but opulent manor in Gloucestershire.

His heart thumped desperately against his breastbone. She was more vivid than any model he’d ever painted, and he had tried to recreate her, a thousand strokes of brush to canvas.

Her vibrancy eluded him.

Stumbling back, he tried to step out of the trance. It was a problem lately that he had trouble doing so. The otherworld had a voracious claim on him. Through eyes drawn to slits, he observed Marianne’s lips moving, but he was too entrenched in another space and time to respond.

Too entrenched in her.

Independent of his gift, Piper Scott had a stronger hold over him than any woman could ever hope to have.

Muttering a harsh oath, he dropped the advertisement like it burnt his skin and the image of Piper spiraled away, water down a drain. Forcing him from the room with the tattered wallpaper and the girl he’d sworn to protect with his life but never touch again to preserve hers.

The woman for whom he hungered.

Dear God, Piper, what have you done?

He was through the door and into the hallway before another breath had passed, ducking as a vase accompanied Marianne’s shriek of rage.


About the Author

Tracy’s story telling career began when she picked up a copy of LaVyrle Spencer’s Vows on a college beach trip. A couple of degrees (BA, Journalism-MA, Media Arts) and a thousand romance novels later, she decided to try her hand at writing a southern version of the perfect love story. With a great deal of luck and more than a bit of perseverance, she sold her first novel to Kensington Publishing.

Tracy has been awarded the National Reader’s Choice, HOLT Medallion, the Write Touch and the Beacon – with finalist nominations in the HOLT Medallion, Heart of Romance, Rising Stars and Reader’s Choice. Her books have been translated into German, Dutch, Portuguese and Spanish.

She lives in the south, but after spending a few years in NYC, considers herself a New Yorker at heart. She loves hearing from readers about why she tends to pit her hero and heroine against each other or that great novel she simply must read.

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Lies & Devotion by Kat Kenyon

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Title: Lies & Devotion (Blood & Iron Warriors: Book 3)

Author: Kat Kenyon

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You have to be a Warrior to survive. And war isn’t just found on the field. Rayne is broken. After her worst nightmare came true, she has no choice but to try to put the pieces of her life back together. A life that includes Tyler Blackman. Her savior. Her light. The one who helps her sleep at night and the reason she gets up and tries again every morning. But there’s more than one monster in her past, and they’re intent on ripping her and Tyler apart. Tyler is determined. He isn’t just in love with Rayne, he’s willing to tear down the whole world to stay by her side. Losing her once taught him a lesson… Rayne comes first. Before football. Before family. But she’s not the only one who’s demons threaten their life together. He’ll do anything to protect her, even if he has to bleed keep her safe. They never expected to find their way back to each other. And they never knew they’d have to fight this hard to stay together. In a world full of lies, they have one hope… their devotion.

Notice: Lies & Redemption is for readers over the age of 18.

Be aware that Blood & Iron Warriors will follow this couple through their graduation, as well as their friends. The story includes sexually explicit scenes, adult language, and issues related to

abuse, violence, and sexual assault. Please keep this in mind as you purchase for yourself or others.

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The Rise of Saint by Bella J

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THE RISE OF SAINT by Bella J releases March 4th!

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Rise of Saint

~ Mila ~

Killer. Monster. Thief.

That’s what he is. The one who stole me. The man who ripped me from a life I thought was mine. There was no negotiating. No choice to be made. And no. Way. Out.

He says my whole life has been a lie. I believe him.

He says he’s addicted to my tears. I believe him.

He says once I give him what he wants, he’ll let me go…

I don’t believe him.

~ Saint ~

Orphan. Fighter. Secret.

That’s what she is. The woman I took. The woman they tried to hide from me but failed. Now she’s exactly where she’s meant to be. At my side. And at my mercy.

The blood that runs through her veins makes me her king. But to me she’s nothing but a means to an end. A way for me to feed my vengeance.

Once she gives me what I want I’ll let her go back to her miserable, mundane life. But for now, she’s mine to play with…

until she breaks.

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MEET THE AUTHORS: All the way from Cape Town, South Africa, Bella J lives for the days when she’s able to retreat to her writer’s cave where she can get lost in her little pretend world of romance, love, and insanely hot bad boys.

Bella J is a Hybrid Author with both Self-Published and Traditional Published work. Even though her novels range from drama, to comedy, to suspense, it’s the dark, twisted side of romance she loves the most.

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My Enemy’s Daddy by Kelli Callahan

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I just made the worst mistake of my life…

One night. No names.
Those were the rules…

Pandora’s Box is a club where fantasies come true.
I walked in with every intention of meeting someone.
But then a very dangerous man decided I was his for the night.
Just when it looked like things were about to get out of control,
Keaton intervened and saved me.

He was the hottest guy I had ever laid eyes on.
Like he was chiseled from a dream and brought to life.
Big, strong, Ex-SEAL, and his touch set my soul on fire.
He whispered his fantasies into my ear.
I told him mine.
He made me beg.
I called him Daddy.

Then I found out who he really was…

The man that claimed my innocence?
The one who literally saved my life?
His son was my high school bully.
My arch-nemesis. My enemy.
The boy who ruined me just so he could laugh at my misfortune.

Nobody can ever find out what happened with Keaton..

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Hate Nothing by Lindsay Becs

Title: Hate Nothing: A King Family Novel
Author: Lindsay Becs
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: March 3, 2020 Cover Design: Amanda Walker PA & Design
I watch him. Admire him. Want to be like him. 
The problem is, he’s my father’s biggest competition on the racetrack.
I want him to mentor me, to teach me not just to ride, but to race.
The other problem? I’m a girl. 
There’s never been a female racer on the circuit before.
But I’m about to change that.
I’m about to prove, not just to him and my father but the entire world, that I’m just as fast and badass as them.
My final problem? I’m beginning to fall for him.
In fact, I hate nothing about him.
And that scares the shit out of me.
Lindsay Becs has always enjoyed writing as an outlet and a fun hobby. Having pushed outside her box, she wrote and self-published her first book in 2017. Now, she hopes to continue to explore deeper into the world of writing. Tragically beautiful love stories are what she enjoys writing most, but who knows what the future will hold.
Lindsay is also an avid reader, Netflix binger, and never goes far without coffee first. She wishes fall lasted all year long, and peanut M&M’s are her writing fuel. She is from the Buckeye state of Ohio but is privileged to have lived all over the world with her military husband, their three crazies, and eight-year-old puppy.
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Fallen Love by Alex Stargazer

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Fallen Love

Book One of the Fallen series

Alex Stargazer

Gay Urban Fantasy

Release Date: 02.05.20



There are many kinds of monster that walk the Earth. Some are ugly. Others speak beautiful words through forked tongues. But the worst possess the grace of angels, and the hearts of demons.

Upperclassman Conall is rich, impeccably dressed, and set for a prestigious career in the Party hierarchy. He doesn’t lack for anything—except, maybe, love.

When he finds Mark, alone, abandoned and hurt, he doesn’t expect one act of kindness to alter the course of his life forever. There is more to Mark than Conall can even dream of. The beautiful, vulnerable boy Conall knows is not human. A dark power lies within Mark—it can make him immortal… but love might be the price.

Fallen Love has dark magic, sweet romance, and lots of action.

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Two dart in front of us, and for a moment, I freeze. They are creatures of nightmare: their legs are spindly, misshapen, and they seem to glide across the road. They hiss again. A split second later, they leap. The first is incinerated in mid-air by a laser flash, and the android crushes the second. A slick, black-green substance drips from its dead body; the smell almost makes me retch. I snap back to reality: we need to keep running. The boy is already in front of me. “How many?” he cries. “Does it matter? Let the android take care of them.” Despite my cavalier words, I’m close to panic. I squint, trying to make out the Upper Quarter. Not far, I think. We can make it. The android opens fire, and at a glance I see what the boy meant: there are many, way too many. Several fall in the firestorm, but others clamour to take their place. This isn’t a lone attack; this is a swarm. And we’re right in the middle of it. “Run faster!” I scream. “We’re almost there!” But it’s too late. A mutant slams into me with the power of a sledgehammer. I heave against it, fighting with its mandibles: I have to stop those fangs, so gleaming with venom, from sinking in and finishing me off. And then the weight is off me. Through the corner of my eyes, I see it sail high into the air and into the reach of the android, but my sight never leaves the boy who saved me. “I had to return the bleedin’ favour,” he says, hand outstretched. I don’t have time to thank him. He lifts me and we’re running again. The lights of the Upper Quarter are tantalisingly close. They shimmer behind an immense force-field, designed to keep out mutants and undesirables. Riffraff like the boy I just rescued. Not that I have time to worry about that right now. “My ID will open the force field!” I cry, and I throw myself forward, fumbling for the ID. With a flash of the reader, we cross the threshold. We’re in. We breathe deeply, and I collapse against him. The mutants hiss, disappointed, and quickly slink back from the force field. A few are not so lucky, and are noticed by one of the guard towers. Machine gun fire turns the monsters into bloody smears on the ground. Still, my interest isn’t on the monsters—it’s on him. It isn’t just the muscles, which are hard and powerful against my body. His scent is masculine, and sends a surreptitious thrill through me. Before, I feared death; but now, I feel very much alive. “That was fun,” I say. “Fuck you.” FallenLove_3D

About the Author

Alex Stargazer is an author of dark, fantastical tales that snare you in with epic world-building—and keep you reading with funny anecdotes and beautiful love stories. He currently hails from rainy Scotland, but he can be found all over Europe. Since publishing his first novel—the Necromancer—at 14, Alex has released two short stories and an upcoming new novel, named Fallen Love. Sign up to his newsletter to stay up-to-date: https://mailchi.mp/c0a00cf75af3/alex-stargazer-fallen

When not establishing the finer points of magecraft or the peculiarities of dragons, Alex is working hard on getting a Master’s degree in boring topics like economics. In his spare time, Alex enjoys exploring the wilderness of Scotland—though Austria, Italy and the Nordic countries fascinate him most. If he really needs to blow off some steam, Alex will shoot zombies in his favourite shooter, Left 4 Dead 2.

Alex can be found on Twitter @AlexStargazerWE or on Facebook at Alex Stargazer Writes Books. You can also get a free short story on his website: www.alexstargazer.com


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Bullet by Nikki Spraxx

Title: Bullet
Series: Suicide Kings MC
Author: Nikki Sparxx
Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
Release Date: February 18, 2020 Cover Design: Melissa Gill
When Dixyn Knox left her home with dreams of seeing her name in lights in LA, she never thought she’d go back. Wanting to get away from the motorcycle club life she’d been born into, she left without a backward glance. But four years later, after failing to make a name for herself and getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, her grandfather passes away, and she decides to return to her roots. What she doesn’t expect is to get involved with Ford Lawson, her father’s biggest rival and president of the Suicide Kings MC. 
Sixteen years older, he is everything Dixyn swore she didn’t want; outlaw biker, cocky as hell, with a way of getting under her skin. He pushes all her buttons, but for some reason, she can’t get enough of him. They both know what they’re doing is wrong, but neither are able to stop, caught up in the rush of their forbidden romance.
But when Dixyn’s troubled past catches up to her, their relationship is the least of their worries.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” a deep, rough voice sounded next to me.
I turned and stiffened. The person in front of me was not who I expected to see.
My dad’s biggest rival—Ford Lawson.
He smirked. The small gesture made heat coil in my abdomen. “You lost, kitten? This bar, here, ain’t your territory.”
I arched a brow. “My territory?”
He took a seat in the barstool next to mine, then swiveled to face me. “Yeah. This bar is Suicide King territory. No Forsaken welcome.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not Forsaken.”
“Your daddy is. That makes you guilty by association.”
I took a sip of my drink, annoyed by the conversation. “Look, I don’t give a shit about your club politics.” Locking eyes with him, I continued, “I didn’t know this was your bar; I don’t care that this is your bar. I’ve had a pretty shitty week with my grandpa dying and all, and I just needed a drink. So if you could just leave me alone, that would be fucking great.”
He held my gaze for several seconds, amusement playing in his eyes before he extended a hand to me. “Ford Lawson.”
I eyed him before shaking his hand. “I know who you are.”
He cocked a brow, an amused smile lifting his lips. “Oh, do you now?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. He was wearing a fitted black muscle shirt under his cut. He had several patches; one read “President” and another read “Bullet.” Their logo, the suicide king from a deck of cards with motorcycle wheels behind it, sat on the opposite side. “Yeah. My brother already warned me about you.”
He crossed his broad, tattooed arms over his chest with a chuckle. “They’d be pretty pissed if they found out you were here.”
I shrugged, taking another sip of my drink. “I’m a grown woman. I don’t answer to them.”
“Well, I won’t tell if you won’t.”
I didn’t miss the hidden innuendo in his words. A thrill rushed through me at the thought of Ford being a dirty little secret.
That was a bad idea; a very, very bad idea.
I downed the rest of my drink, then got up. “Sorry for the intrusion.”
As I turned to leave, Ford grabbed my arm. “Wait.”
I tried to pull away, my defenses kicking in, but his grip was firm. “Let me go,” I seethed, both angry and turned on at the same time. Thoughts of his rough hands running all over my body flashed in my mind.
“Didn’t mean to overstep.” He let go of my arm. “Let me buy you a drink to make up for my lack of manners.”
“That’s not necessary. Let’s just forget this ever happened.”
I turned to leave again, and he called out after me. “Aw, c’mon, kitten, don’t you want a little taste of the forbidden? I know I do.”
That stopped me in my tracks. Still, I didn’t turn around, knowing how disastrous the idea was.
“Plus, it would piss your daddy off.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
I exhaled a weighted breath as I turned back around. That sexy smirk curved his lips, making my sex clench. I hadn’t been fucked properly in months. Matteo took two seconds to get off and left me unsatisfied.
“Fine, but if you start any shit with my family, you will regret it.”
He held his hands up in surrender, an amused smirk on his lips. “Ooh, the kitten has claws. Is that a threat?”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
He laughed. “Let’s have a drink,” he suggested, gesturing to my vacated barstool next to him. “Whatever you want is on me.”
That definitely was a bad idea. But I didn’t want to go home yet, and something about Ford drew me in. His roguish smile and intense eyes did things to my insides that I’d never felt before. He was forbidden, off-limits, and that made me want him even more.
One drink couldn’t hurt. Right?
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“Low Life” by Future ft. The Weeknd
“Rebel Yell” by Billy Idol
“Beast-Southpaw Remix” by Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard
“Brain Stew” by Green Day
“Sabotage” by Beastie Boys
“Heartless” by The Weeknd
Lover of angst, drama, and happily ever afters, Nikki Sparxx is the bestselling author of The Scars Series. When she’s not writing, Nikki enjoys reading, binging Netflix, and spending time with her diva chihuahua and two crazy Frenchies.
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Prospect by L. Wilder

Title: Prospect
Series: Satan’s Fury MC – Memphis Chapter
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: February 18, 2020 Cover Model: David Bodas Photographer: Juan Martin Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations
I’d come to a point in my life where I no longer gave a damn about anything. Hell, things had gotten so bad I didn’t even care if I was alive or dead.
That changed when I was introduced to the world of Satan’s Fury—a world filled with danger, intrigue, and, most of all, brotherhood.
I wanted to be a part of that world. Hell, I craved it, so when they offered me a chance to prospect, I took it without question. I was determined to prove I was worthy of the Fury patch.
With the grueling demands of prospecting, I didn’t have time for distractions, but when I crossed paths with a beautiful damsel in distress, a distraction is exactly what I got.
The second I laid eyes on the sexy vixen, I knew I was f*cked. Everything I wanted was on the line, but I couldn’t walk away.
When I came to her rescue, she thought I was a good guy, but she’d soon learn that even a good man could have a dark side.
Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.